Talk shit about me in your blog, and I’ll pop a cap in yo ass. Any questions?

You know…
Thank God none of us take what’s written in blogs seriously. If that were so, I’d have to pack a bulletproof vest and hire Jet Li when I go to BlogCon II. 🙂

I’m reading this article right now, where the police are issuing warrants in L.A. and Vegas, probing just-released-from-prison-last-year Marion “Suge” Knight and investigating the muders of Tupac Shakur and Notorius B.I.G.

It’s about damn time.

“A recent Los Angeles Times article speculated that Notorious B.I.G. was behind the Shakur murder.”
Oh gee… Ya think?????
Five years ago, I thought *EVERYBODY* knew that!

Not that this is anything new in the music biz, or even restricted in rap. Mötley Crüe seems to always be kicking some band’s ass that was talking shit about them in a magazine or on MTV.

You would think everyone would learn to rise above the petty vendettas, realize that their talents are netting them a great livelihood, and they are now in a business?

But then again, maybe the music business *IS* the problem.
Tupac’s & Biggie Smalls’ CD’s sold like hotcakes post-mortem. Look for a RUN-DMC “greatest hits” coming soon, and that will soar up the charts now that Jam Master Jay is gone.

(*I think this investigation including Jam Master Jay is a bit of a stretch… he wasn’t into this kind of bullshit. Quite frankly, the only reason I was interested in the article is because I was hoping there was a break in that case. I could give two shits less about any of these guys.*)

I suggest a better idea for the record industry that sees young, talented Black men as nothing more than a commodity… A BOXING MATCH.

Think about it. Marion “Suge” Knight -vs- Sean “P. Diddy” Combs on Pay-Per-View. I know I’d pay to see it. They wanna gun each other down afterward…? Who cares???? The public got some entertainment, and the powers that be make a shitload of money… a win-win situation for the record business.

Sounds like a fun idea for bloggers too. A new event for BlogCon.
I’m picturing Faith, Michele, or Melly taking on their longtime adversaries in a match of Jello Wrestling in bikinis and…and…

I gotta go, something suddenly came up!!!!!! 😀

Why can’t women leave the damn toilet seat up?

Sorry… no earth-shattering events so far.
Just came home to zonk for a few hours… it’s hard to even have an erotic dream when half your face is swollen up like a damn chipmunk again. So please come back to this site when I have accomplished something remotely interesting or mischevious…

In the meantime, perhaps the gentlemen here (all four of you) would like to help a lady out.

Tess is running a Man Questionnaire on her site. Perfectly confidential. She’s trying to gain some insights as to why we are such stubborn pains in the asses that would rather circle the earth than stop for directions.
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… is the best revenge

Now I ask you fair citizens of Cybertown… how cool is this?

I was just contacted by a Communications major at a nearby college who wants to know if he can interview me as part of his finals. I figure, the interview, show them the huge server room w/ the T1’s and the advanced AP hookups, all our proprietary scripting, the new toys (where the hell is my third computer???)… show the kid there is waaaay more to webdesign than just HTML.

Between last weeks awards, and now this interview, my neck hurts from trying to keep my head balanced on it. :0)

Just a great feeling when you live in a world where so many people can just drop off the face of the earth and no one will notice… little things like this come along to remind you that you’re one of the people who count.

Ooh… that came off as terribly elitist, didn’t it? I’m really sorry about that.
No I’m not. :0)
***SNARF!!!!***

Turkey with the Demon ’02

Well so far we have the following guests coming over for Thanksgiving:

A tentative “maybe” from the lovely Miss Jen. Problem is, she *THINKS* I’m attempting I-80 and the George Washington Bridge during a holiday to get her in Chinatown. Hah! I tell you, HAH! The point of having it in Pensylfuckingtucky is to *AVOID* that traffic… or else you can join us in Queens, and meet my brother-in-law, where you can both talk about CCD, catchisms, and other Catholic stuff to your hearts content.

Veteran’s Day

“It is the soldier, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press.

It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech.

It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate.

It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.”

Father Dennis Edward O’Brien, Sergeant, USMC
(Blatantly stolen from The Ville)

Nothing more to say… except “Thank You”.

MORE letters to -e-

Dear e:
I am in second grade. I have a boy in my skool and HE IS MEAN. His name is Troy and he is always pickin on me and pulleing my hair! At lunch, he nocks my food off my tray and makes fun of me with all his friends.
I HATE HIM SO MUCH!!!!
Should I have my daddy beat him up, or can you recomend someone that can make him “disappeare” at a reasonable rate?

Love,
Amanda

Dear Amanda:
No. No. No. If your daddy lays a finger on him, he’s going to jail.

To hire a, uh, “Private Contractor”, can be very pricy, and not many of them will do kids. Besides, no one will know you had something to do with Troy’s “dissappearance”, so what will stop one of Troy’s friends from picking on you next? Your daddy will become bankrupt having all these kids whacked, and your teacher may get suspicious.

I forwarded this letter to my friends Batgrl and Skarlet. They’re teachers, and they’re trained to deal with such matters. They both unanimously wrote back: “Oh! That is so adorable, he likes her!” (It is so freaky writing to the two of them simultaneously… I tell ya!).

Gee. Thanks girls. *I* could have told her that!
I got a kid being pummeled here, wanna help me out?

They *both* recommended letting nature take it’s course, and you will see a change in Troy’s demeanor toward you by Junior High.

Fuck that. I say we teach the little fucker WHO’S THE BOSS NOW, Amanda. Ready?
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Letters to -e-

As an added service here, I’ve decided that maybe it’s time to answer some letters. It is the hope of the mangement here that this will aid in my early parole, or at least a shorter sentence making this world a better place.

Dear e:
I am still upset. My haloween costume came with a gun. My mommy wouldn’t let me take it with me on haloween. She says guns are not toys and they are bad. My daddy says this is wrong, as he has a lot of big guns at his howse that he lets me play with. Who should I listen to? Furthermore what is your stance on the current statute of gun control laws? Should they be stricter?

Billy     


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Typical Male

I was supposed to find our more about this Wet T-shirt contest, but I fell asleep. (I know, I know. Typical male).

Here’s More info. (There’s talk about money going to breast cancer research too. which I think is a cool idea.)

Here’s Round Two.


I certainly hope the shit currently being flung in another corner of the web is something new, not another lame attempt to drudge up old wounds, and (MOST IMPORTANTLY) not involving me. I said I was moving on, and I did.

Last summer was a rough one for everyone, we all let off a little steam online, and the mature people are back on speaking terms with each other again. Personally, I had a lot of fun over the summer, and I hope we all get to do it again! :0)

The web is not my life. I *STILL* find real life far more interesting.
The war goes on, and I could give two shits less about *ANYONE’S* feelings. Mine especially (Hell, my feelings stopped mattering years ago!.)

If you can dare to compare people’s bad health, losing parents, being unemployed, losing custody, and whatever else to some stupid blog entry about you…

… then CLEARLY YOU ARE NOT GROUNDED IN REALITY.

*steps down from soapbox to find more wet-t shirt pics. *

Blogger wet T-Shirt contest

Hooray for boobies!.

C’mon boys and girls… a Wet T-Shirt contest, and did you REALLY think that would slip past my hyper-testosterone-powered radar?????

Boobs + Blogs.
Why didn’t anyone else think of this?

I understand it’s for some kind of charity. The problem is, I scroll more that two inches down this page, and I will SURELY be fired here at work. So I guess I’ll get the full story when I get home in a few hours.

Wonder what it would take to get Maria, Deb, Chloe, & Kimberly involved….

C’mon girlz, it’s for charity!!!!!!

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